Wednesday, March 23, 2011

It was still dark outside when I woke up. I could feel Jeff sleeping at my side, his back rising with each breath. The dog shifted at my feet. I rolled over and discovered Bob in the bed. His Star Wars jammies glowed in the dark. His eyes fluttered while I watched him sleep, his little-boy hands balled into fists. He lifted his head and turned into the pillow and whispered, "Sandwich..."